Post by sea on Nov 27, 2011 15:08:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width;450,true][atrb=style,width:420px;height:400px; background-color:#666666; border-left: solid 30px #D9DFEA; opacity: 0.7;] The victim didn’t complain, she just screamed shoot again. I gave her extra rounds. My barrel twist around. I am Mr. shoot ‘em down. I leave hearts on the ground. My love-using weapon. And yes I use it well. Then I let the rose petals cover up the bullet shells. I never shoot and tell. I only shoot to kill. bang, bang |
The air was frigidly cold, and the bridge stood as rigid as the air was cold. Nothing had been able to tear this bridge down in its history; although short, Village Bridge had stood strong against everything that had come against it so far. It was a pride of the League, actually, because the structure was deemed sound enough that people sold property and built houses along it. Now, however, these houses have been evacuated. Nox was slow to the draw, apparently, and Lux had arrived early. Days early, actually, to the planned date of arrival. This was on purpose, of course. Lux was sure that Nox would end up here eventually; they just didn’t know when, so to be here early was getting here on time.
The houses on the east side, Opelucid’s side, were now bases for Lux operations and reports and all those sorts of military based paperwork agendas. Xander Cromwell was in the house that was planning tactics for this particular battle. They were going to play the defensive, which would give them the propaganda edge that they were trying to save Unova from the rebellious attacks of Nox. It would be brilliant. Unova was within their grasp.
“That settles it then.” He confirmed, pushing off from the table. The sound of his chair grating against the tiled floor rebounded through the room. The other quote on quote generals looked at the pompous, blonde-haired boy standing up. They nodded, caught off guard by the abrupt ending of their conversation, and stood ungracefully. One even knocked over his chair. Xander looked at him with disgust – that usual expression of “I’m better than you,” which normally covers his face. His eyes glanced down at the chair and then back up at the man that was inevitably older, taller and stronger than him physically. He blinked and turned to leave, “Pick it up. We leave the house exactly the way we found it. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Finnigan?”
The man blinked, realized that he was being spoken too and fumbled over his words. Xander turned around, anger flashing in his eyes – in those piercing green eyes that could stop a herd of Tauros from rampaging. He turned on the man who had yet to answer him, “What was that? I missed it.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
Xander, now satisfied with the other’s answer, turned to the door and opened it. With one more step, he entered a completely different world. Gun shots rang out and he jumped back inside the house. There was no telling what was going on because now the battle had broken loose. Shouting rose around him and his mind didn’t turn to how to save himself, but how he could beat Nox. They did arrive earlier than expected.
The others in the house vacated it form the back, yelling orders as they went. Xander remained crouched and calmly pulled out his pistol. He put his index finger and thumb inside his mouth and blew. The shrill whistle that came out probably wasn’t loud enough to go far on human ears. However, the highly trained Braviery heard it from his fight.
A talon lashed out, cutting the throat of Pidgeotto easily, sending it and the rider spiraling downwards to the ground. With a call, Fortis dive bombed the ground, landing in front of the house that Xander was in.
Xander kicked off from his crouched position, turned and shot once before leaping onto Fortis’ saddled back. He pulled in his knee, and Fortis was off again. The loading took mere moments before Xander was flying higher on his partner. Now safer than in the house, he put on his flying goggles and zipped his fur-lined coat up while the hood flapped behind him. He then turned his faithful mount to the side and started his return to the battle.
The houses on the east side, Opelucid’s side, were now bases for Lux operations and reports and all those sorts of military based paperwork agendas. Xander Cromwell was in the house that was planning tactics for this particular battle. They were going to play the defensive, which would give them the propaganda edge that they were trying to save Unova from the rebellious attacks of Nox. It would be brilliant. Unova was within their grasp.
“That settles it then.” He confirmed, pushing off from the table. The sound of his chair grating against the tiled floor rebounded through the room. The other quote on quote generals looked at the pompous, blonde-haired boy standing up. They nodded, caught off guard by the abrupt ending of their conversation, and stood ungracefully. One even knocked over his chair. Xander looked at him with disgust – that usual expression of “I’m better than you,” which normally covers his face. His eyes glanced down at the chair and then back up at the man that was inevitably older, taller and stronger than him physically. He blinked and turned to leave, “Pick it up. We leave the house exactly the way we found it. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Finnigan?”
The man blinked, realized that he was being spoken too and fumbled over his words. Xander turned around, anger flashing in his eyes – in those piercing green eyes that could stop a herd of Tauros from rampaging. He turned on the man who had yet to answer him, “What was that? I missed it.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
Xander, now satisfied with the other’s answer, turned to the door and opened it. With one more step, he entered a completely different world. Gun shots rang out and he jumped back inside the house. There was no telling what was going on because now the battle had broken loose. Shouting rose around him and his mind didn’t turn to how to save himself, but how he could beat Nox. They did arrive earlier than expected.
The others in the house vacated it form the back, yelling orders as they went. Xander remained crouched and calmly pulled out his pistol. He put his index finger and thumb inside his mouth and blew. The shrill whistle that came out probably wasn’t loud enough to go far on human ears. However, the highly trained Braviery heard it from his fight.
A talon lashed out, cutting the throat of Pidgeotto easily, sending it and the rider spiraling downwards to the ground. With a call, Fortis dive bombed the ground, landing in front of the house that Xander was in.
Xander kicked off from his crouched position, turned and shot once before leaping onto Fortis’ saddled back. He pulled in his knee, and Fortis was off again. The loading took mere moments before Xander was flying higher on his partner. Now safer than in the house, he put on his flying goggles and zipped his fur-lined coat up while the hood flapped behind him. He then turned his faithful mount to the side and started his return to the battle.
TAGGED. orion
WORDS. 64o
TUNE. Mischief Managed! - Harry Potter Soundtrack
NOTES. Sorry this is so late! Let's rock'n'roll, yeah? >D
[/td][/tr][/table][/center]WORDS. 64o
TUNE. Mischief Managed! - Harry Potter Soundtrack
NOTES. Sorry this is so late! Let's rock'n'roll, yeah? >D